Psycho Revenge Novels & Stories

The crazy one who wants revenge and is using his past against him is right in front of him, dressed in an old lady’s clothes. Silvana is kind of creepy. Well, that explains why she’s a psycho. She probably enjoyed watching killings and horror to weave them together and use them now for revenge. He's sweating, keeping his gaze fixed on her, watching her every move, even the smallest ones. Diana never reached this level. She didn’t even escape the crime she planned. She waited for the police to arrest her. This one is even more than Diana. Maybe half of Silvana Joan’s life is filled with anger. Likely. That’s the root and end of everything.

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”

Magnolia's eyes went wide as she shrieked into the phone at Robin on the other side of the line. "What happened? How could he just disappear?!" Robin sighed before gathering the courage to speak. "Ms. Walker, you can't tell me you don't know what kind of state Dr. Foster has been in since that incident. He's so deeply traumatized physically and mentally that he has been relying on medication just to keep his severe depression under control, yet you still keep trying to provoke him.

“Take your hands off me, you psycho.” “I am not a Psycho!” The scream took me off guard and I flinched before Calvin exhaled, frustration etched within the crust of his brows, “Jesus! I am not. I would never kill anyone.” His voice had turned sober, very low and pathetic. “I know you think oh but I made Fernando do that to you but I didn't expect him to come touch you.” “I only wanted your reputation ruined, not your trauma heightened. I promise,” he shut his eyes and exhaled. “I didn't mean for that to happen.”

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

The noise grew louder; now she could make out someone moving in the shadows. "Daniel!" she called out, her voice shaking with fear and anger. "What is going on? Daniel and Kael turned to her, shock and guilt upon their faces. Daniel looked as though he had just seen a ghost, while across Kael's face registered a lapse into anger. "Sophia!" Daniel exclaimed, pressing one step forward. "I-" "Save it!" she exclaimed loudly, for the shaking of her hands. "You're going to betray the pack! You're with them!"

He asked her. She didn't answered. "Do you remember you slapped me when I kissed you!" He shouted while she got frightened badly. "Yes I do" she replied with crying voice. "Then now I'm going to take revenge on you" For the first time in while she lifted her face up to look at him. "Just watch me in the eyes" he told her. Not even a second passed and he slapped her face down so hard that her jaw even moved and she fell on the floor. Not a scream left her mouth.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

He did whatever his mother told him. And because I loved him, I let it go as long as it wasn’t too much. However, I never imagined that even in something like this, he’d side with his family to deceive me. He had completely betrayed my trust. Just then, as the cameraman following us finally lowered his gear, Mira suddenly lunged forward, snatched up the camera, and smashed it hard against the ground. She pulled out a knife and held it to her neck. “Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online!

Preston interjects, furious. "That's rich coming from you, Preston." I narrowed my eyes on him. "And anyways, I'm the one calling the shots, here" I continued, flashing him a glimpse of the photos I captured of him and Miss Brooks. "Why can't you just forget about this, like it never happened? Why can't you just forgive and forget?" Preston asks, frustrated. "I wouldn't be the Revenge Artist if I did" I smirk, using Natalie's ingenious line.